This story takes place at the end of the second film Thor, but who not've ever seen I recommend you not read it. But if you have seen that great movie: Loki dies in this story really, I mean it's none of his many tricks. Die in the dark world, however, a small detachment of Odin finds something he lacked. And that's it. Enough said that if not sleepless future mysteries.

Asgard had not returned to the same thing, well, rather, Thor had not been quite the same since he had returned from his last battle in Midgard. He lost more than he had ever wanted. There was again lost to Loki, and this time it was for good. And what hurt most, apart from the fact of not being able to laugh with him, was that he could not even provide decent funeral to his by birthright. He had left his lifeless body in that inhospitable land.

He was circling the food they had on their plate without trying some bite when Sif interrupted his thoughts while talking to Volstagg.

"I'm sure that if we go there, we find it was another of his tricks and is really messing live somewhere."

"Excuse me" incriminated him Thor "Sif. But I myself saw with my own eyes how my brother gave his last breath. And Jane saw it."

"I'm sorry," the warrior apologized Thor. "But I do not trust him."

"He gave his life for me, Sif. I cried as she held him in her arms and watched his life was leaving his body. This turned cold and lifeless. What more proof do you want?"

The discussion was interrupted by a soldier entered the room and walked quickly toward Odin. He said something in his ear, and immediately got up, apologized and calling Thor in the process, he went through the door next to the soldier.

"What" he asked the Father of All as they walked through the halls of palace "happens, Father?"

"They found your brother. I sent a small detachment to recover his body and be able to give a dignified farewell to his rank. However, what we found is not what they came for."

"What do you mean, Father?"

"Now you'll see."

"Are in poor condition? A lot of time has passed."

"No son, no. Is not that. I can not understand how or why it happened, but Loki Loki is not the dead you left the last time you saw him."

"Not quite understand what you mean."

"Watch and said" shut Odin by the fourth Healing. There were healers toiling in a small body. Running rings round him.

Thor approached the bed where they were and could not believe what he saw.

"Father, it is impossible."

"I know, but perhaps my chance to mend all the damage I caused him when he discovered the truth. However, that does not return the lives cut short."

"And, how old you are supposed to have?"

"I think that's out of five. But until we wake up we will not know anything. If body may be small but his mind remains adult. And if you have your mind according to their physical, when asked by your mother I do not know what to say."

"The truth, Father. Do not make the same mistakes."

At that time the little bundle moved, he stretched and opened her green eyes to dwell around.

"Loki," Odin said "little, good morning, son."

"Father, who is that man?"

Father and son looked recognizing that the young prince was only, in effect, a child of five, completely innocent.